You a Genius

[Chorus: Master P]

Nigga turn a four to a half, you a genius

From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius

Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius

Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius

Got keys off the boat, street nigga, you a genius

Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius

Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

[Verse 1: Master P]

Ask Joey where that rock at

LeBron James couldn't stop that

Posted up with my trill niggas

Ain't nobody got that

It's soda pop in that water-water

Walgreens, sell any order

I'm a chemist on that stove

Turn a soft eight to a hard quarter

Livin' like a nightmare

My rifle man be right there

I bubble up and I cook it up

I'm Einstein without the white hair

And I don't need no recipe but this microwave be cookin'

I had to check my bitch for usin' the same pot that I cook in

Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper

Courtney dropped me off some guns, said, "Keep that for them haters"

This applied knowledge I got, it ain't come from no books

If you make it out, you a genius, if you get caught, you a crook

[Chorus: Master P]

Nigga turn a four to a half, you a genius

From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius

Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius

Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius

Got keys off the boat, street nigga, you a genius

Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius

Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]

Much more than I seen

Came up from a triple beam

I'm a young genius how I mastermind 'em out with my whole team

Can't speak too fluent

I can do anything if my mind put to it

No Limit Forever, don't change 'til the grave, all my [?] influenced

All the drank I pour

[?] down to the Louis V [?]

Me and [?] on tour

Never had a million dollars, nigga, hear my roar

Turn two into four, turn four into eight

I'ma knock 'em out with it

Never use the phone when you ridin' 'round with it

[?] stop em, tell 'em I did it

Really gettin' money, y'all [?] killers

Ask the boy, the Don, Percy Miller

Nigga, this money stacked to the ceilin'

From all this crack and weed dealin'

Haters ain't eatin', they in they feelings

I'ma get to the money, that's gon' kill 'em

Plannin' my steps, watchin' my moves

I'm a genius, I don't feel 'em, Mob

[Chorus: Master P]

Nigga turn a four to a half, you a genius

From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius

Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius

Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius

Got keys off the boat, street nigga, you a genius

Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius

Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

[Outro: Master P]

If you could look at it and don't even need no scale

You a genius

If you could just cook that thing up with the earl and shake it

You really a chemist, you a genius

But if you could clean your dirty money up to good money

And survive this crazy shit

You a genius, feel me?